Spring is golden like a long awaited sun
it is golden like the dying snow buried grass,
and it’s golden just as a young child’s innocence.
Spring is also red like a rose just beginning to bloom
it is red like a t-shirt hung outside on the clothing line,
and it is red just as the fire in a child’s soul,
as they gain ambitions for the approaching summer.
Most of all spring is green, like the sprouting buds on trees
it is green like a frog croaking on a lily pad,
and it is green just as new life is which blooms with every drop of rain and ray of sun.